You walk back to deal with the old man, still not sure what exactly is going on here.
"Are you two together?" you ask the young woman as you pass by her.
"Who me?" she says.
" Yes. Are you together?"
" Yes. This is my baby boy Ryan, he's two and he just loves McDonald's!" the young woman was very happy suddenly.
"Yes of course, but Ma'am I was asking if you and this gentleman right here were together." you say.
" Who him? The old geezer? " she says, " Yeah, whatever. I met him inside. He's got way too much luggage."
You give her a strange look and put your key in the trunk lock and then stop.
" OK. I need to know what is going on here. Do you people need a cab or what? Are you really trying to get to Baton Rouge? Because you'd probably be better off going back inside the airport and flying there. If I drive you to Baton Rouge it won't be a cheap trip I can tell you that."
You look at both of them for an answer. THe young woman looks at the old man and they exchange a meaningful look. Something just passed between them. You couldnt be sure exactly what it was, but you were sure that some tidbit of information or feeling or communication was exchanged in that fleeting moment.
The young woman addresses you. "Sir." she says, and you turn to face her. " We will definitely be needing a ride to Baton Rouge...."
She stares you right in the eye as she says it and you let it sink in for just a little longer than usual.
" OK. That's all I needed to kno..... " But you didnt finish your sentence because the old man had turned your key in the lock, opened the trunk to your cab, and bashed you in the back of the head with your tire iron.
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